Reborn Divine Doctor: The Abandoned Girl's Legend-Chapter 995 - 55: A Sense of Déjà Vu

Facing death, he could still smile?

The Mother Weasel was momentarily stunned, unknowingly captivated by Little Di Shen’s smile.

It was a mesmerizing smile that transcended all, tinged with a hint of arrogance yet free-spirited, completely mismatched with the boy’s age, isolating all around into a stunned pause. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The Mother Weasel’s heartbeat skipped a few beats, with a blush appearing on her cheeks that she was unaware of.

"Dragon Roar!"

Suddenly, Little Di Shen shouted.

Within the blizzard, a black shadow shot forth, emitting a sound like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger.

Its speed was even faster than that of the earlier Shadow Fire Mink.

A sword appeared in Little Di Shen’s hand as if it had sprung from the ground.

With a flick of the wrist, the Nine Dragon Roar Sword was thrust downward like a javelin, piercing beneath the ice.

Little Di Shen propelled himself up, drawing the Dragon Roar Sword swiftly.

A flash of black light shot out through the air.

In a world covered in snow and ice, the black light emerged like an enraged dragon, tearing through the wind and snow with claws and fangs.

The Shadow Fire Mink felt bewildered, as the fierce sword stroke swept past her head.

The sword wind brushed by, hurtling straight towards the ice block behind her.

An explosion sounded, and behind the Shadow Fire Mink, a chunk of falling ice rock shattered.

If Little Di Shen’s sword had been even a second late, the Shadow Fire Mink would have been struck by the sudden ice rock, with head injuries and bleeding.

She had been so focused on Little Di Shen, demanding Little Zhiyo, that she was oblivious to the approaching unknown danger behind her.

Little Di Shen was equally surprised, glancing at the Nine Dragon Roar in his hand.

That sword strike had been an instinctive response, leaving him no time to employ any technique.

Yet the sword stroke revealed astonishing power as if he had executed it countless times before.

Nine Dragon Roar...

This sword was one that Little Di Shen received from Ye Lingyue upon mastering the first set of Martial Arts and returning to the small courtyard.

A similar sword was with Ye Lingyue.

When asked about the sword’s origin, Ye Lingyue nonchalantly mentioned that it was paired with her own Female Sword Nine Dragon Chant and originally belonged to Little Di Shen.

Ye Lingyue couldn’t wield it, so she let Little Di Shen keep it, suggesting that perhaps one day it would prove useful.

After acquiring the Nine Dragon Roar, Little Di Shen found it handled well in his grip and kept it close by.

Unexpectedly, it proved immensely valuable today.

Holding the tall, black sword that was taller than him, Little Di Shen’s fingers trembled slightly around its hilt, feeling the surge of heated blood boiling within him as he swung the sword.

This sensation was unlike anything he had experienced while learning any Martial Arts from the Lonely Moon Sea.

Crackling sounds.

As the Nine Dragon Roar shattered the ice rock into fragments like hailstones striking the ground, the Shadow Fire Mink finally regained her senses.

Her face still bore traces of fear.

He actually didn’t take the opportunity to kill her but saved her instead?

Wasn’t it said that human Cultivators detested demons, eager to kill them at once, seizing their Demon Cores?

"Thank you."

Finally, after a long moment, the Mother Weasel managed to utter a word.

"I don’t save people for nothing. Hand over your clothes."

Little Di Shen propped himself on the Nine Dragon Roar, his gaze not lingering on the Mother Weasel’s beautiful face but searching the blizzard-covered Snow Plain for signs of Fourth Senior Brother.

Despite Fourth Senior Brother stating that a Great Demon Level Demon Core could accumulate great merit, for some unknown reason, he did not want to kill the demon.

Little Di Shen assured himself that his wife could join the Inner Sect, and there would be other opportunities in the future.

Want her clothes?

The boy’s clear voice dropped in her ears, and she was momentarily stunned, her face reddening further as she grasped her clothes tightly.

"Though I am grateful for your saving me, my chastity belongs only to my husband."

Little Di Shen rolled his eyes.

"So what if you have a husband? I also have a wife, and my wife is the best woman in the world! Who wants your ragged clothes? I want the weasel skin you shed when you transformed into human form. I’ve heard that when a Shadow Fire Mink transforms, they leave behind a weasel skin. Hurry up, my wife is waiting for me to have dinner at home."

Only then did the Mother Weasel understand, feeling a slight tinge of disappointment that he, too, had a wife.

Observing his composed demeanor even amid the blizzard earlier, the concern over mentioning his wife revealed how much she meant to him.

His wife must be very fortunate.

After pondering, the Mother Weasel retrieved a piece of weasel skin.

The Shadow Fire Mink clan would shed their original skin upon transforming into human form.

Maintaining the weasel form earlier was merely to avoid attracting the attention of Human Clan Cultivators, unlike every Cultivator, the boy seemed immune to the temptation of the Demon Core.

Little Di Shen accepted the weasel skin, scrutinized it, finding its quality much superior to that of a Fire Fox, and immediately beamed with joy.

Not bothering with the Mother Weasel anymore, he trudged through the blizzard, using the Dragon Roar Sword as a cane, searching for Fourth Senior Brother to return home sooner.

The Mother Weasel stood in the blizzard for quite a while until her cheeks reddened from the cold before coming to her senses.

"Hey, what’s your name?"

The winds dispersed her words, and Little Di Shen’s figure was nowhere to be found.

The blizzard covered the sky, thickening the icy snow on the Snow Plain by more than a foot.

Using the Dragon Roar as a cane, Little Di Shen trudged through the snow, finally locating the worried Fourth Senior Brother after more than an hour.

"Sixth Junior Brother, finally there you are! You scared me to death, Brother!"

Before Little Di Shen could ask, Fourth Senior Brother gave him a hearty bear hug.

Looking at his brother, ice shards covered his eyebrows and beard, with red eyes, evidence of how worried he had been.

Little Di Shen felt a slight warmth stir in his heart.

"I’m fine, Brother. But why are you so stiff all over without using your Primordial Power for protection?"

Little Di Shen, feeling a bit uncomfortable, broke free of Fourth Senior Brother’s embrace, pouting and longing for his wife’s warm and fragrant presence.

How much longer would this storm last? His wife should have returned from the Refining Hall by now.

If she found out he’d sneaked out of the Lonely Moon Sea, she wouldn’t be happy, Little Di Shen worried, sweating coldly inside.